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Rath Drazkowski - Wolf 5

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Rath groaned in pain, his body had gone mostly limp in the cockpit of his TSF. The exterior display flicked on and off at irregular intervals, but he didn't need to see it anymore. The destroyed TSFs of his comrades was burned into his memory...although not for much longer if the blood covering him indicated. This time....this time he would joining his team...whether in heaven or hell he didn't know. Countless bodies of BETA covered the ground around them, to the point they were almost buried by it all. They made it all the way to the hive but...it was too much. Incredible heroics could only carry one so far it seemed.

A blip appeared on his map "Ah...must be the strike team..." A violent cough brought up more blood. If god was still watching, he prayed that for once he would watch over them. Mustering what strength he had left, he zoomed in on the incoming TSFs. A weak smile brought to bear on his lips as the spotted a F-15E Strike Eagle in the formation, its number the same as hers. Slowly, he opened up the comms.

"H-hey kid..." He opened up with, struggling to stay awake.

It took only a moment to get a reply "Rath?!? I thought everyone was gone...Where are you?!?" Haley nearly screamed in his ear with her loud mouth.

Rath took a deep breath, well as deep as he could get at this point "Listen. Keep your-" He coughed hard again "Keep your head in there, alright?"

"I will! But stay on the line, I will come get you! I will-" She didn't get a chance to finish before Rath interjected.

Lauhging hurt, but he did so anyways "No you won't...You got mission to do. Stay alive for us....okay?"

"Stay with me, Rath! You bastard! Stay wit-" Rath shut down his communications with the last of his strength.

Haley must have gotten the message because she kept in formation, probably crying in her cockpit right now. Rath rested his head all the way back against the hard seat "Not much longer now..." He said out loud, watching the viewscreen until the last moment when Haley's squadron disappeared out of his visible range. "All..up...to you. Don't...be...a..hot-head..no-" He breathed out the last words as his body full slumped, the last vestiges of his life gone.

At the cost of many lives, Victory had been won in Europe largely in thanks to the daring efforts of the 231st Armored Battalion otherwise known as the "Grey Wolves". The hive was destroyed marking the first major victory in Humanity's war against the BETA. In the coming five years, Humanity would proceed to evict the invaders who once nearly destroyed all life on the Planet. A large monument was dedicated to the 231st in the now reclaimed territory of France, to honor the heroes who gave Humanity their first fighting chance.

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"Major Anders? The rest of your squadron is waiting on the spacecraft for you." It was the voice of a young, male pilot. She slowly turned around with a gentle smile on her lips "My apologies, I was just visiting some old companions. I will head there immediately. For them, for humanity...let's take back Mars." She said proudly as she walked towards the vehicle waiting for her, leaving the graves of the 231st behind.

(A tribute to a great RP, gone before its time...)
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With a stone-cold expression, Desmond nodding upon hearing his lady's orders "Alright, I'll report back soon." His voice maintaining the proper tone of respect. He placed his right hand over his blade as he ran towards the building and leaped, landing smoothly on the edge of the roof where he could get his footing. From there, he stepped carefully along the rooftop towards the several large windows in the center. For Alice he would utilize every last one of his unpleasant abilities if she asked. It did not mean it was any less easy on him.

The interior of the building was dark, containing various containers stacked on tall, steel shelving units and bits of machinery. As his eyes scanned from the left to the right, he spotted their prey. A firm grimace was expressed in his face at the monstrosity, the twisted form of what was once a devil. The hand on his sword tightened around the handle as a burning hatred warmed his body. Whether it had been another guard or a human from elsewhere, it had been feasting on a corpse that looked recent.

He gritted his teeth and composed himself before contacting Alice and the others "I have eyes on the stray. It appear to be feasting on a corpse on the opposite side of the building where you are. It would appear the last traces of sanity have left it." Despite his tone being mostly neutral, he couldn't help the little bit of disgust that accompanied it. Death was the only fate for devils who stray from their masters and fall into madness.
Voltaire kept his distance, looking for the moment when a opening would appear. The numbers were not in his favor because as one opening would appear, it would be blocked by another kobold's proximity. A dagger was hardly a weapon to deal with large numbers, though one-on-one it would be fine. He began to get frustrated with the situation when he heard Koph's voice yell out "Switch!" forcing his attention towards her for the first time since the fight began.

'Switch?!? What the hell is she..Oh I see' He realized looking at the single opponent left on her side.

He steeled himself as he pivoted on his right foot, gravel crunching under his boot, as he shot towards the two kobolds chasing him. They both swung their claws to strike him level with his chest. Not having much time to think, he pushed as hard as he could off his back foot and lurched forward, dropping his body into a slide. Dust kicked up as he slid underneath the kobolds' strikes, managing to cut the ankle of one before he lifted himself back into a run towards Koph's kobold.

"Those two are all yours!" He called out as he clashed with the monster, barely parrying its first strike with his dagger before using a jumping kick to knock it back some feet. His grip on the dagger flipped as he held up both hands, a style he more so observed than practiced. His steps were rigid, his muscles tight with the fears and excitement of his first battle with the monsters of the dungeon. His grip on the dagger was stronger than death itself as he lunged forwards to meet his foe.

Razor-like claws came at him like a flurry of blades that all he could do for the first steps of this dance was dodge. Unable to hit him, the creature seemed to get enraged. Instead of its normal swings it thrusted forward with its claws, a chance Voltaire had been waiting for. He side-stepped to the left, although not entirely in time. A slight burning sensation erupted on his right cheek, but it was over for the beast. His free hand grabbed ahold of the striking arm and with a swift leg sweep, he landed the kobold on the ground. Once there, he twisted the arm of the kobold and locked it up before planting the blade of the dagger between its shoulders. His efforts were rewarded with the kobold disappearing into nothing but black ash and a single stone.

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Desmond gaze was directed outwards the entire ride, his body still as he watched people and cars flash by. He didn't say a word for he had nothing to say. His thoughts however were numerous and constant, rampaging through his mind like a stampede. There were some who preferred to empty their mind before a serious event, but Desmond was the opposite. He found that by letting his mind run rampant he could push out all distraction when he fought, his mind exhausted to do anything else.

The location of their stray was hardly surprising. Humans' industrial sectors were ugly and crude, much like the stray devils have now become. Desmond took the privilege of stepping out of the vehicle and opening Alice's door for her, since Alphonse had been the driver. It was hard for him not to glare at the guard. How useless he was for not keeping a more watchful eye over his employer's property. Laziness seemed to be a quality all to prevalent in humanity.

Once Alice left the vehicle, Desmond would fall in close behind. Diplomacy was certainly not his forte and when he tried, it often came out as a threat than a proposal. The citizens of Seattle were lucky to have them here to protect them from threats such as this. Everything waited on Alice and Alphonse's mark.
Voltaire was distracted by Koph's question so he wasn't prepared for the monsters to come out of the goddamn walls. It just so happened that they nearly fell on top of him, cutting him off from Koph. Suddenly his heart felt like to was going to beat out of his chest.

They seemed to mostly chase after Koph, who seemed to have left him behind. 'So much for working together..' he thought as he slide the dagger out of the fore-arm sheathe. A few of the kobolds decided he was a better target and rushed after him. Voltaire thought of all the scraps he got into as a kid. Immobilizing your attacker usually was the best first step.

With his forward-grip on the dagger, he braced himself for contact with the first kobold. It came faster than he thought with claws aiming for his throat. He pushed off his right foot to give him momentum, bending his knees to avoid the sharp claws as they flew past the top of his head. Forcing the dagger upwards, he felt it sink into the kobold's chest. It was followed up by him stabbing it twice in rapid succession before dashing backwards and running to escape the two others.

✧Through the Ashes of the old, a new world will arise✧


There was silence as the final seconds of Yggradrasil came to a close. Most players were gone by now, back to the troubles of the real world. However, a select few of the once large player-base remained unwilling to part with a game, that have given them much more than its creators could ever know, until the very last moment. A number of players from PVP guilds came together for a final all-out battle to the end, with the power PVP couple Cersei and Sunder the last ones standing. Others wandering their favorite areas of the game, basking in the fantasical sights that once awed them. Each player was enjoying their last moments in their own, unique way just as it should be. For being just a game, Yggrdasil gave them an all an invaluable commodity...an escape. Players have come and gone in the years of Yggdrasil's operation but those here at its end...were also at its beginning. For the first and last time in the game, the entire player community were united in one thing: saying goodbye. An in-game service annoucment counted down the time unitl Yggradsil was gone and the world the players created in it. It was mere moments away.
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The game known as Yggdrasil ceased to be, though it was not the end as the player called Volaris would soon find out. While the rest of the Catherdral of the Damned had logged out and were now gone, Volaris remained in spite of the counter having reached and stopped at 00:00:0000. The Cathedral of the Damned no longer residing in the haunted swamp it once resided. Instead, the large and forbodding structure was nestled deep in the depths of a vibrant green forest. The tree-top reached over the top of the Catherdral, though itself was in a clearing caused by its sudden appearnce in the terrain. Around the forest were green, rolling hills that transitioned to a rocky crag towards the south. It woud appear peaceful and serene if it were not for the signs of battle at a large fort some distance from the forest. It is also the closest structure to the cathedral.
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Reylan left the meeting with mixed feelings. This was more or less what he wanted but something just didn't sit right with him. The way he viewed it, the council as it was could be manipulated into giving one guild favor over the entire player-base. Time would be the only way to tell if this loose alliance would serve its intended purpose or be abused by guilds looking for power.

Everyone had just left the meeting and were going their separate ways, likely to enjoy the festival. Alisea left him as well stating something about an important matter to attend to. His eyes were filled with green names passing by as he tried to navigate the crowd to reach Kyo. That was when something caught his eye moving towards him...a red name plate. They seemed to navigate the crowd with ease, passing-by everyone with little to no interest. A long black over-coat covered most of his body. The indiviual stopped right in front of Reylan with a look that sent a chill down his spine. This was not like the skull-mask girl last night.



"I must thank you for your strong opposition to this so-called 'council'." What might be called a smile formed at the corners of the stranger's lips, but it felt more intimidating than that.

Reylan looked up at person, who seemed to wear his red tag like a badge of honor "I am not opposed to the council, I just don't want it abused." He stated strongly, meanwhile wondering why this red-player approached him. "Now, excuse me." Reylan began to walk past when the guy grabbed his arm, tightly.

"Now, now Reylan. Our little conversation has just started. I've been dying to meet with you for so long! I gotta say I'm your biggest fan!" His voice expressed excitement but with clear darker undertones.

Was he really trying this here? With all of the guilds leaving this area? Now that Reylan looked around, the place was now filled with a dense crowd. His free hand shook ash as grabbed the arm of his so-called 'fan' and remove it "Let me go now. I have plans with my guild." He stated firmly, ready to call for help if this weirdo didn't oblige.

After yanking his arm a bit, the stranger let go of him clearly expressing disappointment "Oh I get it, we'll meet up later then?" His smile persisted as he took something from his inventory and gave it to Reylan "I'll leave, but please take this! I wrote it just for you!" The item was a single letter in an envelope, that Reylan hesitantly took. The moment it was in Reylan's possession, the stranger disappeared into the crowd.

Thoroughly creeped out, Reylan at last made his way over to Kyo with the letter in his hand "Who was that?" Kyo asked with concern written over her face. Reylan looked back into the crowd "I don't know but I have a feeling I will see him again." Against his better judgement, he decided to open the letter to look inside. Inside was a simple piece of parchment with words written sloppily on it....and a ring with paint on it. His chest tightened as he lifted the ring out of the envelope, his eyes widening fully as his worst fears came true. It was one of the original guild rings Alisea had made and he painted. His hand now shaking, he reached in the envelope and took out the letter:

"Karma made a great play-thing. It turns out a healer can't really do much without his party. I hope we can play next!"

It took a few moment to realize it and suddenly the words crushed his heart. As quickly as he could, he sent a message through the new council chat while his mind writhed in both grief and anger "There's a bastard named Valentine in Genesis City right now. He murdered one of my guild. He needs to be captured." The message was sent without a second thought. He grabbed Kyo's hand and began running "Mister Reylan? O-ow, you're pulling too hard! Where are we going?" She asked, her teeth gritted due to the pain. Reylan stopped upon realizing just what he was doing "I...I'm sorry Kyo. We're....we're going to meet Aster..." A pained looked crossed his face. Karma....That bastard was going to pay.
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